The Soft Winds Of March Poem by RIC BASTASA
The Soft Winds Of March
at this moment
all that you do to me
do not matter
when you touch my hands
i feel nothing
i do not even remember
sands
the world in me changed
waters receded
and rocks turn to air
everything is sky high
and there are no suns
and moons
deep and silent
have i become
and there is no way
to fathom and
understand
out there the flowers still
manage to dance
with the soft winds of
march....
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5/7/2024 11:59:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
nice poem with a beautiful ending, thanks for sharing